For now...

First, let me say to Blockbuster: who sends discs 5 & 6 before sending disc 4 of season 1 of Veronica Mars? I mean, honestly. What kind of vicious monsters are you? I’m working with a deadline here.

That being said...

Hi!

I have missed blogging. Obviously, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve posted, but I guess it’s more the writing that I miss. What I’ve been doing here lately has felt more like reporting, reviewing, reprinting, regurgitating. Some very done again stuff, if prefixes have any meaning to you. Boooring… mainly because it has very little to do with me. And isn’t that what a blog is supposed to be in this wikiality that we live in? Sure, my topic choices for postings might give you some read into who I am, but that requires a whole heck of a lot of thinking on your part and I’m very well aware of the fact that I often get lost in translation; psychology, and not just mine, can be a tricky thing.

Bringing you more up to date on the fascinating subject of me... I turned 25 a couple weeks ago. There’s a nifty little beginnings of a blog sitting around here somewhere entitled "A Quarter and Some Sense." It was intended for posting on my actual birthday, but alas the day came and went. It’s a shame really; it was a brilliant pearl of writing, which I feel free to report to you, knowing that you will never see it for yourself.

I do feel a bit older, which has never happened particularly around my birthday before. A very prominent doctor told me recently that your kidneys start to deteriorate once you turn 25. (Is that only if you’re a woman? She told me, but I can’t remember. You know what they say about one’s memory.) But it’s not my kidneys that bear the weight of increasing age upon me.

When I was 17, like many 17-year olds, I had certain expectations of 25-year old me. (Is that only if you’re a woman? Someone told me, but I can’t remember.) I’d be your most predictable sort of character: just married, newly successful… but no to that white picket fence, thank you, because I might have been 17, but I was still me. I didn’t know what I’d be doing exactly, though I did think I knew with whom I’d be. In any case, I thought I’d be more than I am now. More successful. More stable. More settled. More set.

As my 25th year approached, I feared that I had let down 17-year old me. But then I remembered a very important fact: 17-year old me was very very dumb (I mean, look at who I thought I would marry!).

Despite deteriorating kidneys, do you know how long people are living nowadays? I’m no doctor, but I’m thinking it’s something like thousands of years (or does it only feel that way sometimes?). Why would I want to be all set when I’ve got 975 more years ahead of me, minimum? Talk about boring.

So, I’m nonsensically pleased with my unpainted walls, unfurnished apartment, and all together un-set life.

For now.

ps

You know what else I thought on my birthday? The birthday celebrant should send out the birthday cards. You know how some people send out little newsletters around the holiday season, telling the recipients about their happenings that year? Why not do it on your birthday? It would be like recapping the year or recognizing the things you accomplished:

To celebrate my turning 5 today, I'd like to take it back and remember all the happy memories that year 4 brought me. This year, I learned to tie a bow and enjoyed the writings of Dr. Seuss with his critically-acclaimed Ten Apples Up On Top. It was truly a banner year.

You can all expect to receive a copy of the SR annual newsletter next year, which will include a brief synopsis of years 1 through 24, but will primarily focus on this year 25. =o)

Happy Hour

Okay, I realize that the show literally just ended, but I'm a little excited about now having one more on-the-air sitcom to enjoy and LOL to.

Happy Hour premiered tonight (Thursday) on Fox at 8:30pm. It's pretty standard really, as far as sitcoms go: 3 guys and 3 girls for the cast, all of them pretty much just starting out in life it seems. So, you might be thinking it's like Friends and maybe it is a bit, but really it's not. Actually, it's probably more like How I Met Your Mother.

Henry (HH's version of HIMYM's Ted) just moved to Chicago from Missouri with his girlfriend, Heather, who dumps him soon after the move because she's "blossoming," she's a "butterfly coming out of its cocoon" and she thinks he's holding her back from "flying." He sees a flyer on the building's bulletin board: someone living upstairs needs a roommate. Henry meets Larry (Barney), the swingingest bachelor around who advocates the return of the golden age when men were half-drunk at sunset. Enter a broken Brad (an even more whipped Marshall), Larry's last roommate, and his breaker fiance Tina (Lily... but evil). Tina found out from Brad's mom -- much to Brad's chagrin, "Tina and [his] mom are friends now" -- that Larry's TV is actually Brad's TV. She takes it, without forgetting to rub it in Larry's face that she won Brad. With Brad and Tina gone, Larry learns that Henry has no job, as the job he had lined up was with ex-girlfriend Heather's uncle. Larry vows to not let what happened to Brad happen to Henry; he will not let the girlfriends defeat these once strong and virile men. He lines up an interview for Henry with his friend Amanda. Henry gets the job, despite unfortunately and accidentally showing Amanda his balls. So now we know all the characters.

Later, at 4pm, happy hour begins. One can only assume that happy hour occurs in Larry's apartment instead of out at a bar because, quite frankly, as far as tv stars go, these people aren't really that attractive, but I digress. Over martinis and an entire deep dish pizza (eaten only by Amanda), they decide to throw a skank-tastic party to commemorate Henry's re-entry into single life. At the party, Amanda complains about men: "All they want to do is talk and show me their new Blackberry." And Henry tries hitting on a girl by talking about tractors and cupholders. When Henry starts talking about "the One," Larry responds, "'The One' is when somebody a little better than who you think you can get likes you back." Brad arrives with Tina, who comes just to make sure Larry doesn't spend all night talking about how she's controlling him. With Brad and Tina at the party, Henry suggests that Larry go up to their apartment (and now we know they all, except Amanda... she'll lift right out... live in the same building... how convenient) and take the tv back, "burgle them." Once Larry returns with TV in tow, Henry needs to distract Brad and Tina. What better way to do so than to make out with the evil fiance. During the lip-lock, Brad says, "Duuuude!" Afterwards, Tina turns to Brad, exclaiming his name with the expectation that he'd do something to retalliate against the kiss and defend his love's honor. He says, "What? I said.. Duuude!" Tina decides to take matters into her own hands, or fists actually. She clocks Henry. Black out.

Henry wakes up... in bed with Amanda. Heather walks in on them. Larry follows, proud of his letting Heather in unannounced. Heather's jealous. The End... Well then there was the epilogue, where another happy hour is starting and we get to hear the lesson Henry's learned: "On the one hand, I lost the love of my life; on the other hand, I started drinking during the day."

And that's my synopsis. Imagine how much better I'd do with a DVR/TiVo! Now, THAT would've been the best birthday present ever... ahem.

All in all, I'd say this is my kind of show: it's funny, relatable, promising and it advocates that happy hour start at 4pm.